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My "Psychic" Slot
-by D. Johnson Copyright
Slots player extraordinaire.
can only tell you that the "voice" came through very loud and very
clear... and for once, I listened.
playing in Biloxi, Mississippi, at the famous Beau Rivage Hotel and
Casino. It wasn't my first
time at the "Beau," and it sure won't be my last. It was a
typical morning. Players were drinking coffee instead of boos, and
the dominant sound was the clean-up crew's vacuum cleaners, rather than
the loud buzzers and bells of slot machines.
My husband, Michael, was in line at the Player Card
desk, inquiring about comps and such, and I was just looking around when
it happened. "It" was a voice. A comment. A psychic
instruction to play a certain machine.
And I know what you're thinking... Am I a
nut-job? A loon, running from casino to casino trying to capitalize
on imaginary "voices?" I can honestly tell you that I am none
of those things. While I may have had a premonition or two in my
life, what happen to me was unique, and unfortunately, not to be repeated.
I was "told" what machine to play, and I followed this information as if I
was following orders in the army.
"Where are you going?" asked my husband.
"I'll be done in just a minute or two, hon." he said,
not wanting to lose me.
I responded absently by saying "I've got a
feeling about a machine over there." And slowly, as if in a dream, I
disengaged from Michael and floated my way over to one of the "I Dream
of Jeannie" quarter machines. I could feel Michael's eyes on me,
as he hoped I wouldn't stray too far.
As is my custom, I start most machines off with a
lone twenty dollar bill, not wanting to lose too much, too fast.
I put the twenty in, and got 80 quarter credits. "Ready for action." I
And that's' when it hit, too. A two-thousand
dollar "signer," (so named for the IRS form the Casino requires large
winners to sign as they pay you.)
Now I know what you're thinking: It's a nice hit,
but no big deal. And you would have been right, except for the fact
I hit on the dollar version of I Dream of Jeannie, too, for over
$1,000. And for $500. more on the nickel version. All of these
hits were preceded by "voices." It was too fun to be eerie,
but now that I look back on it, it was all very, very strange.
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